You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
((How do you respond?))
" My lady if you have been expecting me then should you not know who I am or are your skills just getting weak?" Jay said as he sat down. The old woman let out a cackle “ Oh your words are as sharp as your blades aren't they young assassin” she said, I simply raised my eyebrows and said “ would you like the short or long story then”. The hag replied “ The short like you said my skills are getting weak”. She sneered, “ok” Jay smirked. “ I was orphaned when I was 2 years old and now I don't have any memory of my birth parents , But the people who brought me in and raised me and taught me all I know of being an assassin” Jay finished. The old hag just looked at his eyes and said in a low dangerous voice “ BUT why are you here now”. Jay took a deep breath and started to speak more slowly to keep my emotions in check “ I was on a mission and when I returned to my home I saw it in flames and the bodies of my family lay butchered so I am here for some damn answers so i can avenge my family “ Jay said as tears were rolling down his face without him knowing.
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